A Brownie for Dessert

Terrence is 39-years old, single, short beard, cute belly. He enjoys oral pleasure. You probably have in mind “sucking large dicks”. You’re going too fast and in the wrong direction… Terry likes food, preparing a meal, inviting a guest to share it, choosing the appropriate wine, selecting the right music to create a warm atmosphere. A knock on the door indicates the arrival of Andrew, 41, also single, muscular body, long auburn hair.

The table is already set. It’s Summer and Terry has prepared a cold plate: avocado stuffed with crab meat, asparagus wrapped in thin ham slices, sliced tomato, cucumber and Jarlsberg cheese, a sprinkle of raspberries and blueberries. To accompany this colorful meal, he has chosen a Chablis Grand Cru from Domaine Christian Moreau Père & Fils. The menu does not seem to be set in stone; the scenario does not go as planned by Terry.

Andrew is wearing his tightest faded blue jeans and a black shirt. When Terry raises his glass in a welcoming gesture, Andy smiles and joins his friend not by sitting down at the table but by reaching Terry’s hand and pulling it slightly towards him. He takes a sip from Terry’s glass, looks deep into his host’s eyes and drop to his knees. "Enjoy your lunch, honey, I’m going to enjoy mine down here!"

Andy puts his wide-open mouth over Terry’s crotch. He can feel the dick twitching through the light casual pants. He slowly lets out a long hot breath. Terry feels the warmth penetrating through the wrinkle-free cloth. Andy reciprocates and Terry now fully appreciates the heat of his guest’s breath. I’m sure you have already guessed that Andy feels a zucchini starting to throb. He pulls down the zipper to caress a bulging jockstrap, red just like the raspberries. He sniffs and squeezes the balls, bites the bulge, welcomes the mushroom that pops out, slowly slides Terry’s cock into his mouth, wrapping his tongue and lips around it firmly.

Terry almost chokes on his Chablis Grand Cru, but that does not stop him prom moaning with pleasure. Andy begins to suck a thick pink cock. He starts by slowly sliding it as far down his throat as he can. Once he continues to shove it in and out of his mouth, he feels the sausage getting harder and harder. Andy notices that Terry is looking down at his guest’s ass, wondering what he has in mind…

Andy slides his pants and removes them without missing a stroke on the sweet cock. Terry sees the black leather jockstrap that his friend is wearing and puts his hand on the back of Andy’s head. His fingers lock into the auburn mop of hair, gripping it hard and tight. Andy lets out a whimper. Terry pushes the face into his hips, cock throbbing all the way to the hungry throat. Andy gags and try to fight back, but Terry squeezes the hair tighter, and pushes the face down harder. His cock explodes in full blast and the cream drips out of Andy’s mouth onto his lips. His guest tries to lick as much honey as possible.

Terry then orders his friend to crawl on the couch because he wants a brownie for dessert. Both are on their knees; both are wearing a jockstrap, one black and one red. This reminds Terry of a book by French author Stendhal: “Le Rouge et le Noir” (The Red and the Black), but I digress. Terry kneels on the floor, kisses the peachy butt, sniffs the crack, caresses the virile offering, spreads the sweet ass cheeks, tongue-twists his way inside the satanic heaven to reach the tastiest brownie he has ever served.

Note: this short story would not have been possible without the input of my friend Vincent.